Another Day At Work // Iman Avesta, Harley Quinn & Poison Ivy

The curtains of Vicki Vale's home were parted. The morning light landed on perfect creases of muscle going to firm buttocks and a lean pair of legs. The chiselled body was moving in blurs and accompanied by a shrieking voice.

"Your thick! Fat! Fucking! Cock! It'sssss…fuuuuck!"

Aaron Reigner was fucking the legendary reporter of Gotham doggy-style. Holding onto her fiery orange-hot hair and acting like he was king, each resounding clap louder than the previous. He was fucking the life out of her. Each time his pelvis made contact with her heart-shaped ass, Vicki's mind would go blank and her spine would tingle and arch.

Then there was her pussy.

"A-Aaaroonn! Aaron! F-fuck! Fuuuuck~! Deeep~!"

There was no describing just how full she was. She was stretched, her womb was breached, and her walls felt like they were collapsing. Clenching and clenching on the massive intruder, begging for more and less at the same time. It was an odd feeling. She wanted more but she also didn't know how much she could take.

Vicki and Aaron had awoken to her morning alarm. Sleeping on the same bed, it was impossible not to notice his morning wood. Honestly, it was more of a morning tree with how massive of a tent it pitched.

The slutty reporter dived under the covers and sucked on it like an obedient puppy. Like an animal tamer, Aaron controlled the pace of her blowjob and when he wanted to nut. Vicki obliged him. She had never met anyone like him. She never once struggled to take a cock all the way, yet he was an anomaly. An exception. The largest and thickest. Just the head–the measly, girthy tip–of Aaron's cock had her feeling more full than she ever had in thirty-five years.

She ended up on all fours and fell into a fat cock that pushed her to feel the orgasms of her life. That was the craziest part too. Aaron was already deeper than her previous lovers could ever be. And sometimes he didn't use his whole length. He held back, he fucked her with half his length, and he was still blowing her mind. Still kissing her womb at angles that had never been touched before.

"Wait till I'm done," said Aaron, noticing her strength dwindling, her eyes fading. He attempted to slow down but all it did was prolong the inevitable. Certainly, Vicki Vale was above the average woman in fitness but not enough for Aaron and his schlong.

He kept clapping her cheeks. He kept railing the fuck out of her. He never stopped tugging on her hair, forcing her head up to look at him. The mix of immense pleasure and subtle pain was delicious for Vicki. She was grinning like a batshit crazy whore, drool leaking through her pearly-white teeth.

He buried himself in her, tugging on her hair hard, and released the contents of his balls. A calming bliss washed over him as he came and came. Like with every ejaculation, there was an insane volume and thickness. Vicki's womb was overflowing before she knew it.

"Oooooh~!"

Vicki lost all feelings in her arms and slowly fell. Men shot loads worth a tablespoon. Aaron Reigner shot out condom bursting loads. It was not remotely the same. Not remotely comparable. It was so much more than an ordinary creampie, it was a symbol of pure, primal breeding. The pleasure was in a whole new plane of heaven.

Aaron pulled out while still in the middle of his climax, pouring a pool of cum down her back. His cock was heavy as ever as it slapped her ass. Eventually, Vicki was down, stomach to the bed, cum flowing out of her pussy like the ocean. The left side of her face could be seen, speaking gibberish.

"Cooock….big…W…ynne…roonn…" Hiccup, gasp. "...mch….ngh…mmmh…"

Aaron kept an eye on his seed coming out of her. It was delightful to watch from his perspective. Vicki was permanently his to fuck. Not Bruce Wayne, not an old man, not a rich elite. Him. Regular office worker Aaron Reigner.

His long, protruding pipe dripped with cum as he turned away. He sighed, exasperated at the volume. At times where his libido was at its peak and his balls were on fire, he hated his endowment. He was too long, too virile, and too hard, and the droplets on the mattress triggered his compulsive cleaning.

A minute passed and he softened till his cock was a swinging grandfather clock. He promptly acted on his impulses and cleaned the stains and gushes of cum with wipes and towels. The apartment wasn't stacked with supplies but it was sufficient. He went back and forth, carrying supply after supply, until the room was spotless. Vicki Vale herself remained as the sole arbitrator of filth, bursting with globs of his gooey seed and worn out moans.

Aaron stretched his arms apart and looked at the time. It was a Wednesday so he had to go to work in about an hour. His clothes weren't exactly clean but he had to make due. He left without another word, leaving Vicki creampied and fucked on the bed.

Most business-esque required suitcases or whatever. Wayne Technologies wasn't like that. Everything was on the computer. He didn't need anything besides a full suit.

Regardless, he tugged on his tie as his feet carried him through the streets of Gotham. The path ahead was foggy and he kept his eyes and ears alert.

'Wallet, check. Keys, check.' He tapped at his back pocket and sighed in relief. 'Phone, check. I have everything. With how fast things went last night, I was afraid I lost something.'

A cracked sidewalk accompanied his journey. Vicki lived at a cross between the good and bad parts of Gotham. Taking a taxi was the most safe bet but Aaron would rather walk to keep up his fitness and save money.

It was dawn and the sun was rising on the sleeping Gotham. The sky was a dark blue mixing into orange. Not too dark and not too bright. It was strange, really. He went to work when the sun cracked the sky, slaved away for ten straight hours, and when he came out it was dark. Seeing the sun, the light, was a rarity. And Aaron wasn't the only person experiencing this darkness. Nearly everyone in Gotham had these timings, like it was tradition.

A few shady figures walked past him. Aaron minded his own business and didn't spare them a glance. As long as they weren't wearing Joker masks, he was good. Even a Riddler henchman would be okay with him since he was decent at solving puzzles.

He glanced at the street names and then his phone. He wasn't particularly familiar with these streets and needed a GPS to guide him. He looked and looked, made two left turns, then–

"Hey, you piece of shit! Get the fuck away from me!"

–heard a furious shout in the passing alleyway. Aaron sucked in a breath and slowly turned. Within the shadows of the alleyway, he could hear grunts and metal and heavy thumbs. The cries of a struggle. If he continued on ahead and tracked for another minute, he would make it to the good, safe part of Gotham. The rich zone.

There were countless crime families and gangs: the Khadym mob, the Falcone Crime Family, the Dockyard Dogs, the Steel Unicorns. Regular Gotham folks, no matter what they heard or saw, were told to keep their heads down.

In the past, Aaron would have done that. He would have been like any other good citizen of Gotham and kept walking.

But now he was cursed with the knowledge of the Bat Family and their troubles. Cassandra's tiny voice managed to worm its way into his subconscious and urged him to help whoever it was.

From the sound of it, it was a young woman too. 'Ugh,' Aaron nearly groaned. 'If I leave now, I'll never be able to face Cass again.'

So he ran into the alleyway, discreet as a cat. He saw six ninja-like figures wielding blades and brutally surrounding a young dark-skinned woman. There was no chance of escape for her, no window of space. She was backed against the wall and at their mercy.

'The League of Shadows. The group led by Cass's mom, Shiva. This is worse than mobsters…'

But she wouldn't give up. The young woman wore a red and yellow hoodie, almost like a superhero suit, and a cap displaying the letter R. She bounced on her feet like a kickboxer and taunted the Shadows with her chain whip. Aaron quickly realized this was no ordinary woman. Her skill with the chain whip was one thing but she was also a member of the We Are Robin movement: a youth movement in Gotham established after the apparent death of Batman.

Robina. That was her name. She was their most famous member (well, as famous as a local city hero could be which wasn't much) and their icon. We Are Robins were protectors of the weak and young, yet opinions on them were mixed. They were disbanded for a while, outlawed, and even had skirmishes with the Signal, a member of the Bat Family and as he recently discovered a close friend of Cassandra's. Aaron contemplated helping Robina and seeing the fear and ferocity in her body he stayed.

"If you want me, then you're gonna have to kill me!" The cement cracked under her metallic whip. She used it with a dash of skill and fury. Not too amateurish but not too masterful either.

No response. Two of the Shadows pointed their blades at her while the remaining three inched closer. He could sense their intent to kill but their body language suggested they were merely going to incapacitate her.

"What the hell do you want!?" Robina asked, desperation sinking in.

Time slowed as Aaron made his calculations. Six Shadows, six highly trained killers. One Robina, a semi-trained vigilante; and Aaron, possessing the element of surprise and supreme ability.

The odds weren't exactly in his favour.

Aaron exhaled and exploded into a sprint. He grabbed the two threatening Shadows by the back of the head and slammed them into the ground. His unexpected attack knocked them out cold.

The Shadows to his left and right swung their sword. Aaron leaped onto the tip of their blades, feet seemingly bringing down no weight, and then kicked the two of them in the head. They were sent sprawling back and the furthest Shadow arrived to strike him down. Before the blade could touch his head, he seized their wrists and stopped the motion of the attack. There was a moment of struggle but Aaron twisted the Shadow's wrist, kicked them in the stomach and finished them off with an uppercut.

The Shadow flew up and crumbled to the earth.

The final two Shadows charged at him, fully recovered from his dazing kicks, but this time came as one. In Aaron's eyes, they were like children from a picture book. So easy to read that he was able backstep from their coordinated strike and lurch forward to punch them in the gut. His fists, balled with immense control and power, made them go limp.

"Phew." Aaron drew back and glanced over at Robina. She was slack-jawed, the long mane of her whip pathetically held in her hand. He relaxed his shoulders and went over to her. "You alright, Miss?" Aaron asked while fixing the button of his cuffs.

"Y-yeah, but who the hell are you?" Robina was somewhat on guard but still open to conversation. Aaron didn't mind. He wasn't staying for long anyway.

"Just a guy passing by." Aaron tightened his tie and straightened his suit. "I have to get going."

"To…?"

"Work," Aaron replied simply.

"W-wait a minute." Robina came up to him. "Hold up. You know who these guys are?"

"Nope," Aaron lied. "Friends of yours?"

"No!" Robina blinked, realizing she was too loud, and glanced at the fallen bodies. "D-did…are they dead?"

"Nope, just knocked out. I don't want murder on my hands."

She looked at him as if he was crazy. "You're in Gotham, my guy. Killing someone is honestly good for your resume. Shows initiative."

Now it was Aaron's time to look at her strangely. "Right. Well, see you later–"

"Hold up." Robina blocked his path. "Listen for a second."

Aaron checked his phone. "I really have to get going, I have work in about fifteen minutes."

"Aight, I'll be brief." She crossed her arms and pompously said, "Join us."

"Us…?"

Robina scoffed. "Haven't you heard? We are Robin!"

Aaron stood silent. A flush crept from her neck all the way to her cheeks.

"L-look." Robina recrossed her arms. "Batman Incorporated hasn't been doing enough. That's why we brought back We Are Robin, to protect the old, backwater streets they forget. But we need strength. My boyfriend–"

Aaron blinked as she cut herself off. The young woman cursed to herself, then continued.

"You remind me of someone I know in terms of fighting. Anyway, here." She brought out a flyer from her pocket. It was an advertisement of some kind proudly declaring: "We're not sidekicks. We're an army! Are you ready?"

"Er, I'll keep your offer in mind."

"Our phone number is there," she said, pointing at the small line of text at the bottom. "You'll need to gain our trust first but if you work enough you'll be able to join us fully."

Aaron blinked twice. "Thanks, I guess."

"As for these guys…" Robina nudged the head of one of the Shadows with her feet. "...I'll call my guys over to fix this mess. You can go."

'It's not like I needed your permission but okay.'

Aaron walked away. He strolled through the streets with a spring in his step. He checked his phone over and over again for directions as well as the time Luckily, he managed to get to work on time with a minute to spare. He swiped in, attended the morning meeting, then headed to his cubicle. Phone calls and emails awaited.

Work was busy. Wayne Technologies had people come and go. Nobody seemed to notice his somewhat ragged suit. Sex with Vicki and a fight against the League of Shadows should have left his business attire completely worn out.

'Now that I think about it, who even enforces the uniform policy? Our supervisor is pretty chill as long as we work and HR is never here.' Aaron shrugged. 'Good for me I guess.'

He drank his third cup of coffee that morning. Holed up in his cubicle with no one watching, he smacked his lips in delight.

His coworkers talked about their hang-overs from last night. Aaron was not involved in their discussion because he was Aaron and he liked to focus on work. He did eavesdrop and laugh to himself when he heard something amusing though.

"Yo, Aaron." It was his supervisor. Anxiety gripped his greeting. "Are you, ah, finished with the confirmation report?"

Aaron nodded. "Mhm. Is there something you need, sir?"

"Well…" His supervisor rubbed the back of his neck. "We need someone to do overtime for our group. Today was supposed to be me but I have a major headache so–"

"No problem, I'll do it."

"Really?" His supervisor brightened up. "Thanks, man! I owe you one!"

"It's alright. I could use the hours."

There wasn't anyone waiting at home and he regularly did overtime on Fridays anyway. Doing it on a Wednesday was no issue either.

'Plus,' he looked down at the empty cup of coffee on his table, 'the coffee machine has been great this past week. I could definitely use more of it.'

When the time came, his supervisor left him a note with a series of instructions. The clock ticked by. Hours passed and it was about ten o'clock. There were only three people besides Aaron on the floor. Two women and one man from different floors. Everybody was silent and did their tasks at their own pace. Keyboards clicking and noses sighing.

Coffee, coffee, coffee. Aaron wasn't afraid to admit he had an addiction. Super sugary and filled to the brim with cream, it was a caffeinated monstrosity.

He smiled to himself as he downed another cup. That was just the way he liked it.

Soon, Aaron was finished. He stretched his arms out and glanced at his peers. Their orders and load varied. He stood up, stretched, grabbed his phone, and headed to the elevator. He could feel their envy burning into his back.

Aaron shoved his hands in his pocket as he waited for the elevator doors to open. He checked his phone, hoping it would turn on, and alas there was a miracle. Less than 5% remained.

The elevator split open and he went right in. Someone was already inside, a woman with a WayneTech tablet and a nametag: Iman Avesta. Short dark brown hair, green eyes, black earrings, and a navy blue business attire, she was a high-value woman and someone whom he would never interact with on a normal day. Yet there was sharp recognition in her eyes.

'Oh. It's her.' He remembered Iman Avesta. She used to come to his university campus as a guest speaker on behalf of the Gotham municipality–talking about the GCPD, the American government, and other nonsense. Essentially, she was a Special Agent whose job was to explain to students her work and to potentially recruit them. Since many of his classes involved the government, she came in once or twice a semester to fill in the holes of the curriculum. Aaron, though quiet, would be forced to converse with her and they became small-time acquaintances. Not friends or lovers or anything remotely resembling an intimate relationship but professional and cordial. Aaron had known she worked at Wayne Technologies as a manager but the exact details eluded him since he had only caught glimpses of her in the building. This was the first time he had ever gotten this close to her.

An awkward silence fell. Iman was going to the foyer as well and since they were near the top it would take a while to make the journey. Even so, they weren't in college anymore and they could break the atmosphere without being weird about it. Of course, Aaron wasn't going to be the one to do that. He rather liked the silence.

"Hey there. Aaron, right? From Gotham University? It's been a long, long time," Iman greeted, smiling. "You look like you've had better days."

He was pretty sure that was just his normal face. "Overtime," he said without elaborating.

Iman chuckled and held the tablet to her abdomen. "I work twelve hours a day everyday. I know the feeling."

Standing side-by-side, they weren't making eye contact and Aaron side-glanced her. "Judging from that tablet you're holding, I'm guessing you're a manager?"

"Much higher," she corrected. "Director of HR and Director of Analytics."

Aaron blinked. "For Wayne Technologies?"

"For Wayne Technologies," Iman confirmed, smiling widely despite her professional composure. "Exciting, huh?"

"It's amazing," Aaron admitted.

'She's in her early thirties and already a director? That's beyond amazing. It usually takes decades to get that high up.'

"Last I heard you were in the secret services or whatever," Aaron said, leading her on. He recalled vividly how she worked as a Special Agent. She was in her twenties then. To retire so soon and come to Wayne Enterprises was strange. There had to be more to the story–something that forced her out of that lucrative job.

"Not exactly." Iman frowned. "I was…involved in a specific program and found myself disliking it. I left and Mr. Wayne granted me a place here."

"Mr. Wayne?" Aaron repeated. The puzzle pieces started to fit. "I didn't know you were in that upper circle."

Iman shook her head. "I merely helped with an investigation involving Mr. Wayne and he thought he owed me. Nothing more."

Aaron's deductive mind worked fast.

'So it was Batman related. Interesting.'

"Well–"

Aaron opened his mouth but trailed off after hearing a creaking sound. A loud, stretched out screech that immediately snapped them into a state of panic. They were in an elevator and DANGER, DANGER, DANGER rang through their minds.

The room lurched back and forth, and Aaron nearly toppled over Iman. The elevator kept shaking and moving till it suddenly stopped.

The surrounding metal screamed, then stilled.

Iman swallowed thickly and stood up. "Are you alright?" she asked, turning to Aaron. Pressed to the elevator wall and holding his breath, Aaron nodded. He wasn't afraid, moreso alarmed.

"Did the elevator break, I wonder?" Iman muttered to herself. Aaron rose to his feet and looked around.

"I don't think so," Aaron said. "I've seen the schematics on these elevators. It's state of the art stuff. I suspect–"

From the elevator ceiling, sparkles of pink rained down. The orbs of light were small and gradual and held no weight as they landed on Aaron's skin.

"What is this?" Iman asked. Her eyes widened as she came to a most harrowing conclusion. "Are these…no, it can't be…"

The fear was plain to see. Iman, who once worked for the government, who was potentially involved with Batman, was deathly afraid. Aaron's brain churned.

"Poison Ivy," Aaron deduced. It was on the news. Pink sparkles meant an aphrodisiac specifically secreted by the biochemist supervillain.

The elevator crackled and a voice came to life.

"Heyyyyy, Wayne Techies! It's Harley Quinn, your favourite eco-friendly villain, togethuh wit' my beautiful girlfriend, Poison Ivy!"

The speakers boomed and laughter echoed from everywhere. Uncontrollable, iconic, and singsongy.

'No way. Is this really happening?'

He felt a swirling sensation in the pit of his stomach.

"Nobody will get hurt, ladies and gentlemen, as long as you keep your hands down," announced a new voice. It was a sharp contrast to Harley's Brooklyn accent, firm and a tinge seductive. "My babies don't bite. Not unless you want them to~"

The speakers crackled and Harley returned. "Now dat that's settled, I hope you all have fun fuckin' each other! I know I will! Cheers!"

Alarm bells were ringing through Aaron's mind. The aphrodisiac was strong. He could feel his pants tightening. His ears and cheeks were turning red.

"Iman–" Aaron cried out before getting toppled to the floor. The aforementioned woman was on top of him, kissing him, and stripping herself of her clothing. Her blazer, her shirt–she rid herself of her dignity like a maniac.

"It's so hot," Iman whimpered, panting. "So damn hot. I can't–" She delved for another kiss and Aaron could do nothing except meet it. Her knee was placed between his legs and her hands grabbed his cheeks forcibly. There was no escape.

She pulled back to gasp for her breath, then went for another taste of his lips.

"You're so good," Iman exclaimed, delirious. "You make me–ugh! I feel so hot!"

Sitting on top of him and left in her black panties and bra, she started playing with herself. She unclipped her bra and tossed it to the side, unveiling her tawny breasts and nipples. Her fingers pinched and flicked her sensitive tits and he could feel her panties dampen.

'Fuck.' Aaron could feel himself getting hard, his lump poking Iman's rear. The Middle Eastern woman didn't seem to care, her green pupils glowing with a pink tint.

"We need to get rid of this heat," Iman said, somehow managing to hold onto her sanity. But it was slipping.

"It's the glitter, it's–"

"No! Yes! N-no! In the name of…!" Iman cut him off by cursing in Farsi. "Fuck, just…fuck me!"

She started unbuckling his pants, shoving her hands down his pants and boxers, and before he knew it his semi-erect cock flopped out. As soon as it did, the atmosphere grew hotter. The iris of her pupils became heart-shaped.

"Oh~! Oh my god…!"

The glitters of love were too strong and Aaron was unable to stop his titanic erection. Harder than steel, more than a foot long, and mouthwateringly smelly and tasty from today's labour. Sweaty and masculine but still delightful.

She sniffed it like a pet dog, then grinned. On someone who was so composed, on someone he truly admired, it was a look that both terrified and aroused him.

"So big! So thick! It's the biggest thing I've ever seen!" Iman Avesta spewed out saliva all over his knob and then used her hands to start pumping his length. She made excited sounds as she found her hands weren't enough to wrap around it. She drooled and growled as her lips attempted to swallow his cock whole and managed to take in about five inches before her gag reflex kicked in.

She wiped the drool with her arm and went for a different approach. The veins on his shaft, she targeted them with her fingers and tongue. Tracing them, outlining them, sucking the sensitive streak.

"Oh god, it's too big! It doesn't fit!" Iman's tongue went up and down his cock, rubbing him like he was an extra large popsicle. Pre-cum oozed out and she lapped it up like a greedy little bitch. A switch was activated upon the small taste of sperm. She gobbled down his tip again in hopes for another drop of pre-cum.

She sucked and sucked. Sucking, sucking, sucking, until he groaned and turned harder than steel. Coloured a light shade of pink, ready to burst, Iman wanted him to unleash the manly spunk inside her. He didn't. He refused. Not an ounce of pre-cum dribbled from his tip.

He throbbed and throbbed but he never yielded a load. Iman became agitated, the itch in her mouth and cunt unfilled. She decided to fill at least one hole.

"I want it inside me! I want it!"

Under her weight, insanity, and the effects of Poison Ivy's magic (or whatever it was), Aaron watched as she stood up, flicked away her panties, and descended upon his cock. Down, down, down she went, cooing and moaning all the way. It was a tough journey with how long and thick he was–how much he spread Iman out and how much larger he was than she expected.

"Coooock~! Big fat cooock~! Mmmmm~!"

Her cunt was tight enough to momentarily snap his logical side in place. It was gripping him hard and succulently, almost like it hadn't done this in a well. Aaron wasn't surprised. Iman wasn't one to do sexual or romantic relations unless the man was truly exceptional.

'I have no idea if I fit the bill, but…'

Aaron put his hands on her sides. Six inches in and seven more to go. He enjoyed himself as he guided her lower and lower, her pussy lips stretching obscenely. Gushes of her lewd juices leaked and dripped onto his abdomen.

Iman howled for mercy. She spoke in a gibberish mix of English and Farsi, swearing obscurities. Her body became warmer and her pussy warmer. She orgasmed and orgasmed and orgasmed–

"For the love off–it's so big and I feel so full! My womb feels so full!" Iman was losing her grip to ecstasy and maddening sensitivity. To his bulky schlong that felt warm enough to light up her insides. "It's so fucking deep! God almighty help me! My womb is–"

Finally, after a torturous chain of orgasms, she hit the bottom. Shaking, quivering, sitting with his cock deep inside her. Her cervix, her womb, her G-spot, everything was pressed all at the same time. It was liberating and with every passing second Iman was losing her mind to nirvana. A state of heaven where she could barely catch her breath.

Aaron hadn't moved yet. He observed her twitches and reactions, hands firmly on her side. Her brown complexion, her green eyes, her B-cup boobs. She wasn't classically voluptuous like Vicky or lean like Cassandra. She was slim and cool. Seeing her like this, hungry for his manhood, begging for his attention, was like a dream. Her complexion shining, her dark nipples hardened, and her lips wet for his dick. During her lectures, hundreds wanted to fuck her, Aaron included. It was a dirty dream buried in the confines of his horny mind. The sight, the cunt, the hips; dream had become reality and it was electrifying.

He could feel himself throbbing. He could feel her shiver under the mercy of his gleaming knob. They were like reflections; the more exhilarated she became, the more he did too.

Smiling, he moved her up and down, up and down, measured in his speed. His thumb massaged her sides and her cunt went wild as he started moving. Despite being in a cowgirl position, Aaron was the one with all the power.

Iman let out a hitched sob, chest heaving. Aaron was so, so slow yet it felt so, so good.

"God…god…" Iman bit the bottom of her lip. She stretched her figure, emphasizing her breasts and cursing, "Fuck!"

As soon as those words left her lips, Aaron started going wild. He lurched his hips upwards, shoving his cock into her womb like a rocket, going deeper than she thought possible. Iman saw white. She saw stars. Aaron went at a brutal pace, fucking her as if he was a caveman desperate for pussy. Going fast and hard, fingers digging into her sides as he pulled her up and down on his cock.

Iman was bouncing but she held no power, no influence, no control. Aaron grinned, the creeping pink stimulant snowing down on him. He was losing his mind. He cared for nothing except Iman. The brown woman and her lovely face crying under his throbbing phallus. His giant manhood holding no equal and giving her the experience of a lifetime.

She was screaming like an exaggerated porn star. But he knew there was no exaggeration. The lethal combination–his bouncy hips and his forceful hands meant he was screwing her cunt better than any man on this super powered Earth could.

"YOU'RE TOO FUCKING GOOOOD! FUCK! AARON! AARON! AAAAARON!" Her tongue slung out like she was losing all her sanity. "KEEP FUCKING ME! YOUR DICK IS FUCKING ME UP! MY WOMB! FUCK! GIVE ME YOUR BABIES! FUCKING IMPREGNANTE ME! PLEASE! CREAMPIE MY PUSSY!"

"Oh yeah?" Aaron asked, grinning maniacally. His mind was cloudy, the stimulant reducing him to a godly stud with no interest other than to fuck the bitch in front of him. Again and again, he threw his hips up and dropped her down his cock. "Beg for it, bitch!"

His girth spread her labia as they went harder and harder, and he could feel her cum for what was the hundredth time. But he was the one still forcing his dick through her hole. Her muscles were limp, her arms flailing around as he made her jump up and down his foot-long pipe.

"PLEASE! PLEASE! PLEASEPLEASEPLEASE! CREAMPIE MEEE!" Iman Avesta, once a Special Agent of Amanda Waller's Agency, was long gone and replaced by a slut with an obsession with his cock. "I NEED YOUR COCK MORE THAN ANYTHING! ANYTHIIING! BREED ME! BREED MEEEE! FILL ME UP LIKE THE WHORE I AM!"

Aaron smirked, thrusted up one last womb-crushing, then released all the pressure. His balls felt bloated as they unclenched their fertile contents. Iman limped over as he pumped and pumped and pumped. He hugged her as his cock filled her womb and then some. His sticky white load burst from her lodged pussy in record time. She was tight and he was still inside yet he was shooting so much and with such pressure that it needed a way to come out.

Iman's body was lost to a series of orgasms. Every waking second felt like she was flying higher into heaven. Her cunt spasmed around his length which seemed to get bigger the longer he came.

He hugged her firmly to his chest, making sure she couldn't escape as he bred her–as her womb was filled and his baby batter fused with her eggs. It was almost involuntary with how overwhelming his sperm was.

His sticky cum continued to spill on his balls since her pussy simply wasn't enough. He pushed her head over his shoulder, hearing her moan and make noise into his ear. His climax tapered off and he could feel her relaxing. No, going unconscious.

Post-nut clarity hit Aaron hard.

Hard enough to snap him out of the spell Poison Ivy had him in.

'Iman must have used all her energy up,' Aaron thought, adjusting himself to let his cock plop out. Immediately, a torrent of cum poured out. White, heavy and excessive in volume, Aaron sighed as he pushed Iman off himself and placed her against the elevator wall. His pants and boxers had been drawn to his knees, sparing Aaron from the influx of his own nut. Wiping his ballsack clean was awkward but with enough patience and time he was able to do it.

Aaron and Iman had fucked for…what? Fifteen minutes? He checked his phone. Yep, he was correct.

He tried calling the Gotham Police but his phone couldn't get a signal. Another one of Ivy's tricks, he guessed.

Given the GCPD's record, Aaron also predicted help would be late. Crime was rampant during this time of night and at the second largest Wayne Technologies building they probably assumed security could handle it for a while, especially if they didn't know who was involved.

'But security isn't doing jack. There's been no announcement on their end. Ivy and Harley must have done something.'

There were two places the supervillains could have made that announcement: the security room and the top secretary's desk. The former was on the ground floor while the latter was at the top of the building, the thirty-fourth floor. Regardless of what they were after, Harley and Ivy were likely still in the building. Especially because it was so damn hot. There was no way Ivy wasn't nearby. Her body produced pheromones that–according to the news–could turn a normal, well-adjusted person into her personal monkey.

"God." Aaron sighed and fanned himself. "The aphrodisiac makes me so damn…" He shivered and glanced at the creampied Iman. Leaning on the wall, cum oozing out of her pussy, her closed eyes, her tilted body, her vulnerability. It took everything in his body not to jump her.

The shock going up his body nearly gave him another erection. 'Control yourself, control yourself, control yourself. Fuck.'

He was so hot, he felt like he was burning up. He desperately, vehemently needed the cool air to touch his skin. 'Fuck, fuck, fuck!' He couldn't stand wearing his shirt and pants. The itch to tear it off was too strong.

So he decided to forgo them all together.

For Aaron it was a new sensation to be standing nude in a space outside his home. He had never dreamed of doing it before, especially in the elevator of his workplace, where countless employees stepped on and off and where cameras rested in the corners. He was supposed to be watched. He was supposed to be exposed, yet it felt weirdly liberating to be in the nude. His logical side kicked in and screamed at him that this was indecent exposure in a public space. A crime. A mistake.

'But fuck. I can't. I can't wear clothes. It's too damn hot! It's like I'm in a desert thirsty for water!' His eyes crept towards Iman again. 'Or in this case…sex. Fuck.'

Aaron straightened himself. Ignoring the fact his cock and balls were out, as well as being barefoot, he looked at the elevator camera. The spherical device in the corner was turned off from the looks of it. Aaron was a little relieved.

'Nobody saw us then,' Aaron thought, wiping the sweat off his forehead.

Although the camera was turned off, the lights on the elevator were still on. He pressed the emergency button and waited.

"Hello. Is anyone there?"

Silence. Aaron was ready to give up and try a different approach when a voice buzzed to life.

"Security here. Um. Are you trapped in the lift?" The voice was nervous and belonged to a female. "We don't have a visual on you and, uh, half the building's grid is messed up. I'm sure you heard Poison Ivy and Harley Quinn on the speakers."

"I did," Aaron responded, staying cool and collected. "Are they still here?"

"I think so. Ah, well, actually, I don't know. I'm kinda by myself in the elevator security room on the third floor. The main security area is on the first and, uh…I heard some stuff on the radio. I…I don't think they're okay."

Aaron could hear the trepidation in her voice, hiding the way she was panting. Breathless.

"Are you new?"

The woman took a while to answer. "...yes. Sorry. I was given this shift 'cuz I was new and it's easy and they said it wasn't really important but that I could use the experience and, but, uh, um…"

"I know, I know." Aaron could see she was on the brink of losing it. All by herself, seeing nothing and hearing nothing except the daunting announcement of the supervillain couple. Anybody in her position would be scared out of their wits. "Er, this is weird to ask but are your clothes still on?"

Suddenly, she was breathing heavily against the mic. "Oh my god, no! No, no, no! No way! It's so damn hot! I feel like I'm on fire! Just hearing your voice makes me…" She let out a moan. Aaron grimaced. Was she…was she masturbating? "God, I'm so sorry. I just can't…" She was furiously fingering herself judging by the laboured sound of her breathing. "...you sound sexy, you know?"

"Focus. Please focus, Ms…?"

"Samantha!" She heaved out. "I'm Samantha! My name is–"

"Alright, Samantha. Can you get this door open?"

"Door open? Open the door?" Samantha sounded just as crazy as Iman and could barely conjure up words. "I…I think so. Just…give me a second."

Aaron heard a bleep. Then, the elevator doors came apart and the chaos of the first floor was exposed. The foyer was in complete disarray. There were plants thicker than cars sprouting from the front desks and going all the way to the back. Flowers and small patches of grass on the laminated white flooring. It was oddly silent though. He stepped forward and looked around. The elevator to the left was empty. As in, there wasn't a landing door, seemingly torn apart by something.

'Harley and Ivy must have gone up the building through here.'

Aaron returned and told Samantha through the elevator mic, "Thank you. I'm going to have a look and see if I can get help."

She gasped loudly. An orgasm, perhaps. "O-okay. Stay safe."

Aaron didn't want to leave Iman in the elevator so he dragged her out. His cum was still spilling out like an avalanche, her pussy vacant and gapping. He waited for everything to exit her broken twat before dressing her up. He didn't want to risk anyone seeing her in this fucked state and connecting it to him.

Iman was totally out of it too. No way she was waking up for another three or four hours. She wasn't like Cassandra, who was bred for physical activity, or Vicki, who occasionally used sex as a way to get her scoops. She was, despite her time in the government, an ordinary person. Intelligent and quick on her feet, yes, but in the world of superheroes she was nothing exceptional.

'Probably a virgin too. Sorry.'

"See ya, Iman," Aaron muttered.

Vines hung down from the ceiling and he began his search with immense caution. The front entrance was blocked and destroyed by a giant green root. Aaron could tell with one glance there was no use punching through it. It was filled with purple prickly bits, perhaps poison or another dangerous stimulant.

'I've had enough of the pink sex snow she gave us.'

Aaron's eight inch flaccid cock slapped against his leg as he walked. The echoes were deafening. He was too well-hung not to create an impact. It was like his dick needed to announce its presence, like a mating call. He pushed the shame to the back of his mind as he headed to the security room. He kept his guard up though. Strutting nude while two highly dangerous super villains roamed the building was risky. Idiotic, even. Unfortunately, Aaron didn't have the luxury to sit back and relax. Initiative was necessary this time.

While in the foyer, he heard things from behind the security room entrance. Screams? Shrieks? As he stared at the black door and focused, he realized what it was. The noises were erratic and human. Loud and pumped with fever.

'They're all fucking each other.'

There were more women than men in the security team and he could hear the men struggling. Aaron bit his bottom lip and opened the door. The security room was massive and dark. Tons of screens and computers lit the place up. There were six main stations and at the front a wide, hundred inch monitor taking up a decent portion of the wall. Although everything was turned on, the screens were grey as if corrupted.

Aaron's presence wasn't noted at first because, as expected, everybody was fucking the living shit out of each other.

'Actually, it looks like the women are fucking the men.'

Near a station to the back, there was a white man getting double-teamed by two black chicks. A tall lady with long dreadlocks was sitting on his face while a second woman with a fat ass rode him. The poor man was young but clearly overwhelmed judging by how locked up he was.

There was another white guy near their area, forgotten and drained. His cock was shrivelled up to the size of a worm and cum was peppered from his stomach down to his leg.

Directly in front of the large, overhead monitor was an older black guy and a blooming young blonde. The man was tall and his back was sculpted, yet he was getting absolutely fucked over. Literally.

The middle-aged man was on his back, legs pointing to the ceiling, his ankles clutched by the blonde chick like horns. She pulled herself in, smirking, then plunged back in. Over and over and over again. The man writhed under her constantly shifting weight. Groans left him like wildfire.

"Move your ass!" One of her hands released his foot and slapped his ass. "Move it!"

The blonde was getting agitated. The man wasn't fucking her hard enough.

Brows furrowed, she pressed his legs down, pushing him over. Not only was his ass totally laid bare, but he couldn't escape. The ashy man could do nothing as she used him like a dildo.

'These guys need help. They're going to die at this rate.' Aaron decided to step in. When he did, the three women noticed and snapped their necks towards him, eyes deranged and attracted to the thing between his legs. They didn't seem human as they stopped, rose up from their chosen partners, and edged to him.

The pair of tangerines swinging between his legs brought noise and attention. Like predatory beasts, their noses twitched and they jumped him.

Three women, one man. One cock. He was faced with greater numbers, resolve broken into animalistic behaviour, and gorgeous women.

Frankly, it wasn't much of a challenge. At least for Aaron.

"Oh fuck! Fuck! Fuck, fuck, fuck! OH FUCK! IT'S SO GOOD! SO DEEP!"

"PLEASE! PLEASE! YOUR BIG COCK IS TOO MUCH!"

He demolished their holes and made them know who they were messing with. Poison Ivy's love potion or not, they didn't stand a chance against the perfect male specimen: Aaron Reigner. His big burly cock drilled into them to imprint this truth. He turned their bodies into his personal cum dumpsters.

"P-PLEASE! I HAVE A BOYFRIEND! Y-YOU'LL…FUCK! YOU'RE SO MUCH BIGGER THAN HIM! YOU'RE GOING TO MAKE ME FORGET HIIIIIMMMM!"

The lady with the long orange dreads claimed she had a boyfriend. She was tall and pretty, so he didn't question it. But given the situation, he couldn't stop fucking her. He couldn't risk her messing with the guys again.

It didn't take long. He gave each of them a creampie and a good ten minutes of raw, aggressive rutting. Finished, on their stomachs, totally and utterly fucked, Aaron got up. He sensed two people approaching him from behind. It was the two men who got railed and he needed to bail out.

"Err." The young white guy to the right was a little scared. He flickered between the three creampied women, the big dick responsible, and Aaron's face. "Thanks, dude."

Aaron nodded curtly. His penis went limp and slapped back on his thigh. To soften the accompanying discomfort from the metaphorical and literal blow, he added, "No problem."

"Umm, I'm Todd and this is Noah," the white guy introduced, gesturing to his friend. Dark-skinned, over six feet tall, slightly muscular, and with greys in his coiled hair, it was bewildering to think that a five-foot-three blonde had been overwhelming him just minutes ago.

"Hey," Noah greeted in a deep voice. Again, he sounded dependable and reserved. Not at all the type of person to get fucked over by a midget.

Looking between his legs, however, gave Aaron the clarity he needed. Noah, despite his impressive frame, had a dick shrunken down to a one inch nub while also sticking over his equally tiny balls. The image of a secure black man was shattered, his manhood looking microscopic in comparison to the rest of his body.

Even Todd, who was average in every capacity–from his neat black hair to his somewhat scrawny build–had a bigger dick than Noah. An inch longer, maybe, and twice as thick.

Given the racial stereotypes everybody was accustomed to, it was jarring to see. Two white guys eclipsing the brawny black man. They were all flaccid, of course, but it didn't matter if they were showers or growers because of Aaron.

Aaron absolutely crushed the concept of racial superiority. An eight inch tool of destruction hung between his legs with balls larger than fists. Todd and Noah combined couldn't measure up to Aaron. They could mush their nuts together and still not match a single testicle of Aaron's. He was that far above them. He was a superior male. It had nothing to do with race.

"I'm Aaron," he said, "Are you guys alright? Did Ivy come through here?"

"For a bit, yeah, but once she had us under that spell she left. The front security team got sealed in those giant vines, I think," Todd said, rubbing his neck sheepishly. It was definitely awkward to be standing nude in front of other males, especially since Aaron was visibly and plainly larger. Mind bogglingly larger. It was like comparing grapes and tangerines, which in Noah's case was actually accurate. His balls were small, the size of grapes and unable to bounce or make noise, while Aaron's nuts could spin like a helicopter.

"I see."

Wordlessly, Aaron jogged over to the unconscious man near the last station close to where Todd had been getting double-teamed. Aaron crouched down, his cockhead touching the floor, and checked his pulse. "This guy is okay. Was he…?"

"Oh, uh…" Todd crouched down alongside him and immediately it became apparent just how well hung Aaron was; just how much bigger he was than Todd. While Aaron needed to adjust himself to stop the tip of his dick from brushing against the floor, Todd's penis was all the way up there with his sack. It was barely hanging and absolutely nothing like Aaron's dangling member. No remote chance of touching the floor, much less a woman's womb. "His name is Giovanni. Err, Benita's boyfriend. The girl who screamed she had a boyfriend? Yeah, this is her boyfriend."

'The girl with the dreads, huh. She had a nice, tall body. My bad.'

"Hm." Aaron glanced at Giovanni's empty manhood with pity. Tiny balls devoid of sperm, tiny penis unable to stay hard, and very limited stamina. Giovanni was in the worst state of his life. Not to mention he didn't have much going for him in the first place. He wasn't super tall like Noah or packing like Aaron was. Giovanni was a normal dude with a skinny body type and a caesar cut unfitting for his oblong head. And now that Aaron fucked his girlfriend's hole till it was loose enough to fit only his mega-sized cock, there was no way sex with his girl would ever be the same. Nope, no way. Aaron had fucked her too hard and deep for her to ever be satisfied with this limp dicked man.

'Woah, what?' Aaron shook his head. He could be cold and antisocial but not mean. He didn't judge males by the size of their penises. That was just pathetic.

So…what were these thoughts swirling in his head? Why was he suddenly feeling like the alpha?

He bit his tongue and bent this primal musing into the back of his head. This was Ivy's doing. She wanted to pit the males against each other.

'Well, I'm not playing your game, Ivy.'

"Is he going to wake up?" Noah asked, speaking up finally and hovering over them.

"Yes. He's only exhausted," Aaron said, returning to his full height. By adjusting his breathing patterns, he managed to simmer his male instincts. "I estimate he'll come around in three or so hours."

"Three hours? Damn." Noah crossed his arms. "When is the GCPD coming?"

"No clue. Cellular service is off. I think Ivy is behind it," Aaron responded. Todd and Noah exchanged glances.

"Didn't I see that on the news?" Todd asked himself. "People couldn't call authorities because of one of Ivy's plants? Yeah, I'm pretty sure I did hear about that!"

"Her plant probably emits a frequency of some kind that affects a particular area," Aaron deduced. "We can't leave either since the front door is blocked."

"What about emergency exits?" Noah asked.

"Blocked as well," Aaron answered. "Unless we want bloody fists on top of another dose of sex addiction, there's no breaking through them."

"Shit. I'm also guessing we're stuck being naked?"

Noah's assumption made Todd cringe. He didn't want to accept it but he had to. "I think so. Doesn't her body naturally produce pheromones?" Todd questioned.

"Yes. Mind control and sexual arousal are what her pheromones are able to do," Aaron explained. "And she amplifies the effects by adding planet-based toxins throughout whichever place she's invading, usually over our heads." There was a brief glance at the ceiling. Indeed, there were small spores of green and pink. "I bet the security team got hit first and either fucked each other till they were unconscious or were made her temporary lackeys. After that, she affected the entire building and shut it down. From there, she could explore as she pleased."

Simple observations led to simple deductions. The clues of mayhem Ivy left behind were easy to decipher, from her initial plan to her method of attack.

"T-that's crazy," Todd commented. "Ivy is, uh, really getting powerful, eh?"

"Too powerful," said Noah. "I don't think the GCPD can handle her."

There was silence. Todd grumbled under his breath, eyes down and feet shifting from the uncomfortable nature of their situation. He was prepared to say something, a complaint considering his generic personality. But the moment Todd opened his mouth, they heard a laugh. Maniacal, crazy, and amused, and distinctly cartoonish.

"That's Harley Quinn," Noah said, tense. "She's right outside."

"Oh…oh my god." Todd's eyes turned into ovals and his voice was shaking. A strong smell filled their noses and the three of them were suddenly re-energized. "And this odour. Holy moly–I think it's Poison Ivy…!"

Her pheromones. That was the smell. He could see the two guys stepping back and away. There was a whole wall and door blocking them from Ivy yet her fragrance still leaked inside. Looking between them, it was clear Aaron was the only person equipped to deal with the situation.

"I'll go. You two stay put."

They would have argued but the loud clap of his dong made it difficult to speak up. Aaron opened the door and peered out into the hall carefully. That was when he saw them: Poison Ivy and Harley Quinn. Standing, talking, distracted.

'I could take them down but…eh. Maybe it's the aphrodisiac but I kinda want to fuck them.'

His mind was misty and after peeking at the female figures it got mistier. Ivy was nearby and the effect of her pheromones grew stronger with the proximity.

He pushed the door and walked through.

'I need to pretend I'm controlled. Then either fuck them or knock them unconscious when the opportunity comes. Whichever comes first.'

Harley turned, noticing his presence and froze. Her eyes were glued to his limp cock, jaw dropped.

"Ivy," Harley called, elbowing her girlfriend. "The horse is here."

"Harl, what–" Ivy's eyes went wide. Aaron stayed still and allowed her eyes to roam his body. Perfect pecs, lean abdomen down to his obliques which led to a dangling sack tightly packed with balls larger than tomatoes and a beige member longer than her vision could fully capture.

It took everything in Aaron's willpower not to get hard. Ivy's outfit consisted of a vermillion blouse three sizes too small–held together by a single button on her ample breasts–and panties seemingly formed from plants. Her long legs, her cleavage, nearly every inch of her ravishing green complexion could be seen.

There was a reason Ivy was the most successful seductress in Gotham. She might have been extreme in her ideals but she was undeniably sexy.

And of course next to her was her partner, Harley. The woman whose looks needed no introduction. Short shorts, a strapless corset unabashedly displaying her ample cleavage and naval, knee high socks and boots. Her costume flickered between red and black, the corset and shorts half and half with the colours. She was deathly pale, her lips a dark rouge, and her hair tied in its iconic pigtails–blonde with pink on one side and blue on the other.

Harley also wore a bullet waist belt and a few guns. Upon seeing his cock though, she tossed the heavy-gun belt away.

"Oh my, Harley." Ivy regained her composure and licked her lips. "My, oh my. This is…quite a male specimen, isn't it?"

Ivy snapped her fingers.

The grass and flowers underneath him suddenly blossomed into something resembling a sunflower. Before he knew it, a purple mist clouded him. It wasn't an aphrodisiac but an attempt to steal his mind away from him. A toxin rather than pheromones. Luckily, Aaron was ready. With an ironclad will, he resisted. He ignored Ivy's call, from the voices to the desire ignited in his balls.

'Minemimemineminemine–'

Given the small smile on her face, Ivy didn't even consider that he could resist, that he could be acting. Her view on men–on humanity–ironically gave her a huge ego that prevented her from unveiling the truth.

"Looks like we've got another toy!" Harley exclaimed, standing on her toes, ready to leap over to him. "We should take him wit' us, Red. I mean seriously, we hit the jackpot wit' dis guy! He's bigguh than all the dildos we have at home and he's not even revved up yet!"

"I agree," Ivy said, approaching him. Hand cupping her cheek, hips swaying. "No pubic hair and no excess hair. Just how I like it."

"Ya think he goes for a Brazilian wax every week?"

"I don't particularly care," said Ivy. "What's important is that he could impregnate a thousand women with those hefty balls. Dangerous but useful for us."

Aaron remained as still as a stone statue, feigning mind control. His heart pounded against his ribcage. The bewitching Poison Ivy consumed his male instincts.

'Minemimemineminemine–'

'Not yet,' he thought, holding on to the last shred of goodness in his tempted mind. 'Not yet!'

The pair were all over him. Harley especially, her bleached hands running over his pecs and biceps. Ivy was less touchy, preferring to circle around him and scan him. Aaron could smell her pussy dampening. The more she absorbed his perfect body, the more aroused she got.

"Nice ass too!" Aaron nearly winced as Harley slapped him on the ass. But in the end he did not allow a semblance of emotion to appear on his face. From Harley and Ivy's perspective, for all intents and purposes, he was their slave. Their puppet. They could do whatever they wanted with him now.

At least that was what they thought. They couldn't be further from the truth. Aaron was in control of his mind and body right now. Although he was somewhat muddled and horny, his actions were his own.

'Fuck or fight?'

Harley dropped to her knees. Aaron's choice was already made for him.

"Look at these babies!" The crazy pigtailed woman grinned as she grabbed his hefty testicles. Unable to fully hold them within the palm of her hand, she cackled. "Look at them! I just wanna squeeze them till they pop!"

Harley squeezed hard. For a second Aaron was worried she would actually turn his family jewels to paste. He wouldn't be able to continue acting if she did that. Luckily, she stopped and looked up at him, smirking in that dangerous, ravishing Harley Quinn way.

"Don't mind if I do!"

She lifted his cock up and plopped it into her mouth. Despite being flaccid, he was quite thick. Aaron tried to not make a face as her long, warm tongue lathered his glans viscously. Her dark red lips grew wider as his cock grew fatter. Her eyes, direct downwards, became as large as saucers as she watched and felt just how big he got. Her tongue stopped working as she got pushed back.

Harley certainly didn't think it was possible but she needed to stop before she got ahead of herself. She pulled back and let his cock plop out. It bobbed until it stilled into place. All twelve inches jutting out from his miraculous body. Ivy was as gobsmacked as her girlfriend at the sheer scale of it. Comparing it to any male partner in the past would be a disgrace. It was magnificent and superior, riddled with veins and feeling like a hot steel pipe.

"Holy shit!" Harley scoffed and huffed, her grin rising and falling. She poked the tip. "That's…I'm actually speechless! Hey, honey, when was the last time I was ever speechless?"

Ivy did not respond. She simply stared, enthralled. Harley burst into a maniacal laugh.

"Ya know, Mistah J made me suck off a LOTTA big boys but this…but this…" Upon seeing Aaron's glorious member, Harley trailed off. She understood. This was nothing like the men they had been with before. From a glance, they knew this white guy was going to be special in the size department but this was out of their calculations.

Aaron got anxious at their blatant ogling. He could see the colour in their eyes shift. Lust. A craving. The urge to fuck or get fucked by this piece of meat. This random man they happened to come across.

Their mission, their powers, their skills and experience and knowledge; all was forgotten in the presence of his monster cock.

Harley was on her knees, an inch away from his phenomenal rod. Ivy stood next to her, arms under her bust and head angled down, hypnotized. If Aaron wanted to, he could flex his cock towards his stomach, angle it upwards. He didn't. They were ensnared by his veiny phallus. He needed to keep it that way.

"This thing is too big," said Ivy, her logical side kicking in. Inwardly, Aaron sighed but otherwise showed no emotion.

"C'mon, Ive," Harley responded, unblinking, ogling at the big fat cock. "We're non-monogamous. Polygamous. Happy lovers. Fruity bisexuals. We love each other and we love cock. Ain't that right? This whole schtick would be such a big waste if we left it."

Harley wrapped a hand; or rather, failed to wrap a hand. Another reminder of what they were dealing with. Harley added her other hand and started pumping. Sensual, gentle, as if not wanting to wake the beast.

"I…I agree." Ivy gulped. Her resolve wavered as his dick twitched innocently. "But shouldn't we do this somewhere else? We got what we needed, we have the location of the Dionesium."

Aaron made a mental note. 'Dionesium. They came here to find its location. I've never heard of it though. It sounds like a metallic compound. Supernatural, maybe, if Ivy is interested in it.'

"Well…" Harley released a hand and pressed her slit through her shorts. "...I'm feeling really fucking horny right now. And I also feel like getting fucked. I think your magic perfume is getting to me."

"I thought my pheromones didn't work on you," Ivy shot back, perplexed.

"Sometimes they do, sometimes they don't. Why else do you think I'm always so motivated in bed? Now let's decide, Sweatpea, are we bedding this guy or what?"

Ivy glanced between his face, his massive hard-on, Harley, then herself. She didn't want to admit it but she was feeling extra hot right now. Arousal surged through her body, ordering her to flick away the garments covering her body, from the undersized blouse to the makeshift panties.

Ivy peeled the thin blouse off and basked in the warmth of her own toxins and fragrance. Aaron's vision turned a lovely shade of pink as he stood still and breathed it in. His immune system fought and fought and his willpower eventually won. Though there was a parasite in his brain, he could fight it off.

'But fuck.' He was at a loss for words. Although a foreign green hue, Ivy's tits were fantastic. Her nipples were sharp and a dark shade of green but relatively small. Aaron measured her at about D-cups and he could barely keep his head straight as Ivy came behind him, those large and bountiful boobs pressing against his back.

"Don't worry, my servant," Ivy cooed, nibbling on his ear. Her toxins entered his body and he could feel the blood rushing down, hardening his cock. For a second, he saw hallucinations but his computer-like brain destroyed the illusions in a second. Ivy didn't know. "Give us the performance of your life and you will live…"

'Livelivelivelivelivelive…'

Her voice amplified and the smell of pumpkins eroding his senses, he felt trapped. Resistance felt futile, like a thick, tropical forest was obscuring his vision.

Meanwhile, Harley was giving him a nasty blowjob. Tongue slithering and moving rapidly, digits milking on his balls as if they were udders. Harley's erratic behaviour didn't just extend to fighting or violence. She was, like the internet predicted, wild in bed too.

Their surroundings changed as greenery grew. Flowers and plants blossomed from the walls, decorating it into a curtain of green. The door to the security room, to Todd and Noah, was completely blocked. Ivy's powers were at full blast as she created a pleasant environment for them to fuck. The ground beneath turned soft and his bare feet relaxed. Ahead, a fluffy red bed made of exotic plants and flowers was readied.

Aaron was pulled back to reality as Ivy pinched his nipples. Head on his shoulder, kissing his cheeks, she seemed just as delighted as Harley. Her verdant digits were tender as they felt his pecs and massaged his muscles. She licked his ear and then bit his shoulder. Blood was drawn and he could feel her sucking on him. She was addicted. His natural smell made the woman who was supposedly resistant to bacteria and poison fall under a deep spell.

"You taste wonderful," Ivy muttered, grabbing his chin and forcing him into a french kiss. She was nearly hostile with how she explored him. Her nails were long and sharp and they slightly pricked at his cheek. Breaking apart, saliva entangled, she added with a smirk, "I generally dislike kissing men but you…you're quite the exception, aren't you?"

Aaron swallowed. He didn't react too much throughout the ordeal, wanting her to believe he was in her spell still but it was difficult when her voice was so thick with desire and want and temptation. She was like the devil itself, hellbent on wanting him to lose control.

Then there was the demon, Harley Quinn. Her head was a blur as it went up and down his cock, swallowing more and more inches with every attempt. She was fucking insane. Tears rolled down her eyes and her black eyeliner smeared down with it. Her throat was obscenely tight and bulging from the girth of his dick. She had no gag reflex, Aaron realized, meaning she could take his cock as much as her body could take.

Eight inches, nine inches–

A groan. Aaron gripped both her pigtails and forced her deeper inside. Harley glanced up at him, eyes flaring in rage, but Aaron continued to kiss Ivy and drag Harley down his cock. She could do nothing. It was as though holding her pigtails was like a weakness. More tears flooded down and her makeup became a cluster of black streaks.

Ivy teased his nipples again. Her poisonous lips drove him into a mad fever.

Harley made lewd, vulgar sounds. Writhing underneath him as she took in his cock over and over and over again. Choking, gasping, slobbering over his length. Trying and trying to please as she came to the realization she wouldn't be able to escape unless he was satisfied.

"Aw, Harley. You look like you're having trouble," Poison Ivy commented, peering down at her girlfriend. From her perspective, Aaron was like an extension of herself.

"Mmmph! Mph! MMMMMPH!" Her mouth was absolutely stuffed with his cock. There was no space to speak and her vocal cords were blocked. Harleen Quinzel was panting through her nose, struggling. But that was a mistake. His musk, his scent flooded her system like a virus. Amplified by Ivy's toxins and now so much more effective, Aaron could see the iris of her eyes transforming into hearts.

It was like a second wave and Aaron groaned again. Ivy fiddled with his chest and nipples as Harley deepthroated as if her life depended on it. Low noises from Aaron, smirks from Ivy, and loud depraved sounds from Harley until eventually–

"I'm cumming!"

Aaron's announcement came too late. He filled her stomach up, forcing her to swallow his seed and made her panic. Glug, glug, glug, he could hear her throat going. Aaron, clouded by Ivy's influence, gave no fucks as he tightened his grip on her pigtails and shoved her to his pelvis. Nose pressed into his musk, arms flailing, unable to swallow the never-ending volume. A white waterfall emerged from her bottom lip, falling and falling.

"Mmmph! Mmmh! Mmmmmph! Ivmppphy!"

Harley Quinn, who relished in challenge and chaos, had no choice but to beg her girlfriend for mercy. Ivy smirked, kissed Aaron on the cheek, and sensually told him to let go. Somewhat caught up in her mind-controlling toxins, he relented. Harley dragged his big fat climatic cock out. His shaft rumbled and in a rage of carnal desire broke away from Harley. The flamboyant woman coughed and sputtered out the jets of sticky cum paraded on her.

Ivy slithered by his side and jerked him off, helping him paint her girlfriend in white. Her touch was exhilarating and electric, his balls nearly exploding as they released their delicious contents. Harley sat and took it like a good little whore, tongue hanging, pupils infatuated, clothes and cleavage ravaged in his spunk. Aaron came enough to humble ten men combined.

When he finally relaxed and his climax subsided, post-nut clarity tore up Ivy's mental fogs. Aaron breathed in slowly, regaining control over his mind and body. Ivy didn't notice, choosing to kneel in front of her girlfriend, red lips smiling lecherously.

"You alright, love?" Ivy asked, teasing but a touch concerned.

"Better than ever," Harley replied, licking a thick line of cum on her sleeve. "This is the best dick ever! Look at it, Pammy, it's still hard!"

"Yes, I know." Ivy's hand stroked the top of his shaft, eyes flickering from the fascinating log to Harley. "I think it's time we use our new servant for some fun."

Harley winked. "You read my mind, Pammy."

The two of them walked forward, hips swaying, and stripped off their clothes. Shorts, blouses, boots, everything. Although they were under the delusion he was under their control, Aaron most certainly wasn't. His eyes travelled up and down their naked body and he was struck with awe.

'Poison Ivy and Harley Quinn. Good god.'

Both of them had phenomenal hourglass figures, as if sculpted by men's innermost desires. Yet the evil within, the conflict, suggested something darker. They were like succubuses seeking a good cock–his cock. Pointing upwards, balls dangling, Aaron felt like he was in the Garden of Eden as he stared. Ivy had an arm across her bust, hiding her nipples, but her booty and hips were still out and curvy. Next to her was Harley, hands on her hips, legs wide, and grinning eagerly. Her tits were a cup size larger than Ivy's, DDs if he guessed correctly, with a fatter ass and wider hips. Harley was better in all the conventionally sultry ways–all the ways that traditionally made men water over women. But Ivy was taller by an inch or two and carried herself with a strong sense of pride. Harley was, as everybody in Gotham was accustomed to, a lunatic through and through.

Aaron's eyes looked Harley up and down. Simply the subtle manner in which she stood, her hands on her hips, her shameless display of her pink pussy, gave her that raving look she was iconic for. Her erect nipples were a delicious shade of red and the contrast to the exceedingly pale white of her mounds gave them an extra effect.

Ivy, on the other hand, was withdrawn. Arms across her bosom, legs straight, staring back at him with an angle to her brow, she was snarky and deceitful. She was fully aware of her immodesty, her lecherous figure, her promiscuous nature. But when it came down to it, when the cards were thrown and it was time to do the dirty deed, she was slightly tentative.

"Come on, come on! Fuck me already!" Harley turned, crawled onto the makeshift bed, and wagged her booty. Ivy rolled her eyes.

Indeed, as fun as it would be to break Ivy, he needed to focus on Harley. He approached her, cocking bouncing lower and lower, her pink twat dripping and yearning. Lewd juices gushed out as Harley peered over her shoulder, smirking seductively, and then shoved three fingers inside. Stretching herself in preparation for his flat slab of meat. The gargantuan schlong capable of making her forget her own girlfriend.

The plant-based bed was unexpectedly soft and comforting as his knees shuffled across it and drew closer to Harley. The swanky villain grinned ear-to-ear and removed her fingers.

"C'mon! C'mon!" Harley encouraged, pushing her ass back, teasing the tip of his cock. Aaron didn't move.

"Fuck her," Ivy whispered into his ear. Her hot toxic breath sent shivers up his spine and his cock lurched forward, provoked and stimulated. His engorged head touched her entrance and Harley cooed. The thick veins encompassing his dick and the slight pre-cum stunned Ivy for a moment. But an idea hit her and Ivy pulled his right arm between her boobs, muttering in his ear, "Fuck her till she breaks. Fuck her till she regrets it."

Aaron nodded, grabbed her pale booty cheeks, and went right fucking in. No holding back, no warning, he slid the entirety of his twelve inch cock inside her. The resounding clap was as loud as Harley's shriek.

"Holy FUUUCK! That's so fucking DEEEEEEP!"

Ivy whispered in his ear again and he started moving. But this time, he didn't hold back. He went fast and hard and his hips went in a blur. Harley's labia was stretched beyond belief and his cock was girthy enough to stimulate her clit. She arched her back as felt his cock reach her innermost depths, feeling him rearrange her guts. Her tattoos stretched and deformed as her figure smacked his pelvis over and over again. The bed shook with how hard he fucked her. With how deeply he was screwing her

"I-Ivy, wait! Wait! Wait!" Harley howled. Aaron continued rocking her world as Ivy stood silent and cocky. "He's…he's going to fuck me up! He's fucking me up! IVY! IT'S SO FUCKING GOOD! GOOD GOD! FUCK! MY WOMB IS GETTING FUCKING–"

Harley screamed. Pleasure and a tinge of pain. She had never felt anything like this and she didn't think she could take it too. Even so, his pelvis kept slamming into her ass and her insides quivered as he pulverised her tight cunt.

And soon…

"FUCKFUCKFUCK! I'M CUMMING! FUCK! KEEP FUCKING ME YOU HORSE DICK BASTARD! OOOOH~!"

Harley Quinn broke. She came.

Arms outstretched and nails scratching, she was desperate as an onslaught of powerful orgasms penetrated her. Her pussy was absolutely drenched as it climaxed over and over again. As her mind turned to mush and lost whatever smidgen of logic it had.

"Please…fuck…fuck…"

Aaron was like a robot, hips thrusting rapidly without change or rest. He was consistent, he had a tempo, and he was deadly. Ivy herself was shocked that her (supposed) servant possessed such stamina. Her partner was getting absolutely pounded to the point where she wondered if Harley would ever be satisfied by anything else ever again.

Her twat was bursting with her sap which leaked onto his big fat cock. Aaron's fingers sank into her bouncy ass.

Harley's cunt was insane. Curbing down on his shaft insanely, without pause, always tightening and tightening and tightening–

'What kind of pussy is this?' Aaron asked himself, genuinely astonished. Every second felt like she was clamping down on him. Every thrust became harder and harder. He thought Vicki's cunt was reactive but this bitch was another level.

Aaron grunted as she clamped down again. But he couldn't let himself look bad. He pounded and pounded her pussy till Harley couldn't speak.

"Mmm…maaah…gah…!"

Harley, for all her talk, was defeated, getting fucked ass-high, head-down. Boobs pressed against the fake mattress, face completely unrecognizable from her smeared dark makeup to her happy tears and euphoric drool.

Her blue eyes were unhinged and she spoke incoherently. Feverishly. Deranged.

"Cock….cock…gimme big fat cock…cum…please…horse cock…"

Harley was completely broken and Ivy grew concerned. She massaged Aaron's biceps and muttered, "Finish it up. Cum. This whore can't get pregnant anyway."

On command, he did. Harley's body trembled as he came inside her. Her insides were filled up and the thick white cream made sure to keep that way. Even as he extracted himself and shot out several strings on Harley's tattooed back, the lava of cum wouldn't stop emerging. It was baffling from Ivy's perspective, who had never seen so much cum pile up, even with fifteen men.

Harley lay there creampied, fucked, broken, and her hole struggling to close as it drowned in his seed.

Aaron side-eyed Ivy. He could see the visible trails on her green thighs and the conflict on her face. Biting her lip, hand between her crossed legs. The hint of glee as she watched the heaps of cum fall from her girlfriend.

For a moment they made eye contact.

She tried controlling him, ordering him. 'Fuck me,' Ivy asked. Aaron didn't need to be mind controlled. He grabbed her by the sides and pulled her in for a kiss. Ivy reciprocated immediately, throwing herself onto him, legs enveloped around his waist.

"I fucking hate men," Ivy said between kisses, "but I'll make an exception for this big fat cock."

And their lips met again.

Ivy's booty rubbed against his shaft, cheeks wanting to contain them. Aaron had other plans and gripped her ass cheeks firmly; not only to hold her up but also to spread those buns wide. He throbbed violently as he teased her anal hole.

Ivy moaned into him. She rubbed herself without remorse, without shame, without thought, and Aaron grew harder. Everytime she shifted, a jolt went up his spine that gave his cock an extra effect. He was feeling so hot too, it was like he was on fire.

'It's her toxins,' Aaron realized. His cock twitched and throbbed frantically. Fireworks crackled in his balls, getting heavier and heavier by the second. His cock was like a stark raving lunatic itching for release and she was the hook–the entrancing spell that needed to be broken.

"Fuck," Aaron muttered. On top of her stimulating toxins, Ivy was a hell of a kisser. He should have expected as much given it was a key component to her mind powers. She tasted like fresh, enticing strawberries. She was too addicting.

Aaron couldn't hold back and parted away, strings of saliva connecting. His fingers adjusted their hold on her bare ass cheeks, lifted her up till his knob was prodding her entrance, and then dropped her down. Ivy's arrogant expression died a horrible death as her pussylips were stretched and her cunt was filled by twelve inches of meat.

There was no mercy as his cock parked inside her womb. Her walls were fucking magical though. The entirety of his shaft was surrounded by a wonderfully squishy but tight sensation. It was clear Ivy didn't take much dick as her insides were like a vice-grip.

'She's fucking tight!' Aaron almost groaned. 'God! She's the tightest I've been in! Fuck!'

Ivy panted and wrapped her arms around his, her bountiful breasts against his chest. Heaving laboriously and green eyes melting from the hot rod resting in her.

"Fuck. Shit," Ivy mumbled. She stared at him, half way into depravity, and asked, "Wait, wait–"

That was when Aaron decided to move. His chance to fuck her into oblivion. He raised her up, giving her time to sigh in relief, before dropping her again. Ivy let out a gasp. He picked her up by the booty and did it again. Again and again and again. She became frantic from the relentless flicks of his hips.

"Y-you….you're my servant! You…! Fuck! Fuuuck!"

A gasp got stuck in her throat and she proceeded to experience the orgasm of her life. Her eyes, which had been glaring at him with intensely fierce anger, dissipated as her body shook. His devastating thrusts drummed up her cunt. She felt a hundred different sensations from the entrance of her pussy, her G-spots, and her womb.

Aaron didn't stop even as Ivy stared at the ceiling, gasping repeatedly, without rest, without mercy. Aaron smiled.

'Now I'm getting somewhere.'

She couldn't activate her powers, not when he was destroying her tight cunt like this. No, she could only receive. Absorb the pleasure of his cock. Each climax felt tremendous and endless.

But then he stopped.

Ivy gulped the air as if it was running out. Her green skin was flushing red and her arms and legs trembled, still maintaining a link.

For nearly ten minutes, the orgasms persisted. Her toes curled up and her body twitched sporadically.

Finally, Ivy could speak. His cock lodged inside her, her body numb and weak, she had never felt or looked so vulnerable.

"In the name of the Green…god…"

Her reddish-orange hair was a mess, her bangs hanging over her eyebrows. Drool dripped from her mouth disgracefully. There was a cloud of lust in her eyes. The once proud, misandrist Ivy was gone. Destroyed. Replaced by a woman loathing for his dick.

"W-who are you?" Ivy asked, stricken with fear. Her arms quivered, enveloped around his neck. "You're not under my control…are you?"

Aaron shook his head. "No. But I am about to rock your world regardless."

She was silent. Aaron didn't move, waiting for her reaction. Eventually, a smile spread across her sexy face. "Please then. Fuck me with that monster of yours. Make me forget about this cruel world."

Aaron was taken aback from her response. It came out awfully sad. Nevertheless, she was his enemy and he would do as he saw fit. "No problem."

Ivy tried moving her hips at first but when Aaron thrusted again she found there was no reason to. She could just sit there, arms and legs wrapped around him, and get fucked.

"Fuck! FUCK! THIS IS THE BIGGEST FUCKING COCK I'VE EVER–FUUUUCK! YOUR COCK IS TOO BIG!"

Tearing her insides, Ivy lost it. Screaming into the heavens, calling out his supreme size, she was truly lost in heaven. She saw stars and her body reacted accordingly. Her pussy became tighter and the plants surrounding them grew and bloomed erratically.

Aaron watched her and laughed. Seeing a proud woman break under his cock was unexpectedly fun. Then there was the contrast between them. Civilian and supervillain. No powers and powers. His warm ivory complexion to her lush green skin. With their bodies pressed so tightly, the difference was fascinating to watch, especially at the point where his cock entered her pussy.

He went faster. His cock fucked her harder. Ivy howled until her voice became hoarse. Till she could barely breathe.

"Fuck…! You…your cock…"

Her arms were about to give up. Aaron decided it was time.

"I'm about to creampie you," Aaron whispered in her ear. "Are you ready?"

Perhaps she fell into the musk of his dong because Ivy nodded as if her life depended on it. She wanted it badly. Desperately. Frantically. She needed his seed.

So he gave her what she wanted. He nutted in her hard enough to carve the sensation in her insides for days to come. Her stomach nearly bloated as it was blasted with powerful, creamy splashes of his seed. Her womb was swarmed with enough sperm to last a lifetime.

Poison Ivy was completely stuffed. His own cum dripped down to his balls and thighs as he groped her ass cheeks and supported her weight.

Soon, Ivy's eyes fell and everything came untangled. He slapped her booty, making sure she was truly asleep before gently laying her on the floor. Legs spread, arms clumsily above her, his cum oozed out of her exposed pussy fast. Some of it burbled out, the volume too much for it to merely flow out.

His cock accidentally added the finishing touch by letting a drop of cum fall on her navel.

Aaron didn't get to breathe as a melodic voice rang out.

"Well, well, well. Looks like the big fat burly cock won. Congratulations. Now come over here and fuck me again, bitch!"

It was Harley, fully recovered and standing on the rose bed. For some reason, although he was not complaining about it, she was twerking. Squatting low, hands on her knees, her juicy ass sticking out and shaking passionately and magnificently.

His cock throbbed viscously.

'Damn.'

Harley could throw it back hard. Even Aaron had to stand still and watch as her booty cheeks clapped. She was certainly fatter and bouncier than any of the other ladies he'd been with. Seriously, there was no competition. Simply hearing the sounds of her booty clapping was enticing.

She peered over her shoulder and stuck her tongue out. "See? See? C'mon, you know you want it! Fuck me in the ass! I want you to make sure both my holes are fucked by the end of this! Isn't that what a stallion likes?"

Aaron did want that. Her ass was juicy and ghostly white but it jiggled and jiggled like a motherfucker. He couldn't believe this bitch was about to let him fuck her in the ass.

"You're under Ivy's control, meaning you're under my control!" Harley proclaimed, vexed but continuing to twerk like an attention-seeking whore. "Now get over here with that meat stick already!"

'You still think I'm under the influence of your girlfriend's toxins?' Aaron laughed in his head. 'Definitely not. But I guess I'll play along.'

He could see her cunt and the globs of cum still leaking. Aaron gave no fucks as he stepped onto the bed and smacked her left ass cheek.

Harley shivered from the ripples. She stopped twerking and licked her lips. "Ooh! That was nice! You know, I heal fast so be as brutal as ya want! I'll recover!"

She spread her ass cheeks nice and wide.

"Don't worry," Aaron said, prepping his cock against the hole of her ass. He lubricated it slightly with his wet tip, checking to see if it was too tight. Harley must have been a freak but it was almost looser than her pussy. The woman cackled in excitement. Aaron smirked. "I'll make sure to fuck you so you can't recover, Harlot."

Harley blinked. "Wait, what–"

He pushed himself and she cut into a screech. Aaron was sure the rest of the building heard it. Harley's face contorted into a hundred different expressions of delight, pleasure, gratification, and desire.

"Fuck, your ass is almost as tight Ivy's pussy," Aaron commented, knowing she couldn't hear him. He usually only did dirty talk unless he was fully immersed or told to. He was a quiet man, after all.

"Think you can recover?" Aaron asked, grabbing her pigtails with both hands and using them to ram his cock into her. Her head pulled, eyes rolling back, and her ass getting fucked, Harley's sensory inputs were overloaded. Pain and pleasure were blurred and all she felt was nirvana. A state of pure bliss.

"Fuuuuuck," Harley drawled out, her voice rumbling. She couldn't even go crazy because of how fast he was going. How hard he was clapping her cheeks. She could feel the orgasms piling up. It shouldn't be possible but Aaron's cock made the impossible possible. Anal or not, he could force a bitch to reach her peak.

The claps of her ass cheeks certainly weren't quiet either. He gave no fucks as he pounded her ass. Her anal hole was stretched beyond imagination, filled by a cock that was definitely not supposed to be there.

Aaron felt a little remorse. Not enough to stop though.

He plowed her till her creamy white booty was a stinging shade of red. He fucked her till she had nothing more to say. She twisted her neck around but her crude, naughty expression and Aaron fucking lost it.

"You like that, you bitch!?" His pelvis slammed her viscously, monster cock spearing her insides. "Tell me, you Harlot!"

"I loooove it~!"

"You fucking whore!" Aaron grunted, his nutsack smacking her ass like a whip. He would drag so much cock and then thrust back in. So many inches–too many inches, and he did it at a nasty, ass-tearing pace.

"You! You! Yooooou!" Harley really was a Harlot now. She was on the brink of collapse but still managed to gasp out her final words. "Your big, fat horse cock! I…it's…hah…hah…"

Her knees buckled. He pulled on her pigtails to jolt her awake, then kept fucking her.

"I want to hear you scream!" Aaron growled. Pink coloured his grey pupils and he tugged on her pigtails again. "Beg! Beg, you whore!"

"Your cock is so big! I-it's the biggest cock in Gotham!" Harley whimpered. Harley fucking Quinn whimpered and mewled, her classic lunacy breaking down as he destroyed her asshole. "M…my asshole! You're ruining it! You're ruining everything!" Brows furrowing, he spanked her legendary ass cheeks. Her pasty-white rump tinged red after his smacks and balls-slapping. In time, she became much more enthusiastic, changing her tune like the harlot she was. "You own my ass! You own my pussy! My cunt! Everything! You own it! Your cock owns everyyyyyythiiiiing!"

Eventually, the pressure of a climax arrived. While Harley had experienced what must have been her hundredth orgasm, Aaron was about to reach the tenth of today. From Iman to those three chicks in the security room to Harley, Ivy and now Harley again.

He shot deep into her bowels, making sure he filled her up just like she asked. One shot, two shots, seven shots, eight shots. After ten ropes of cum fucked her asshole, he dragged his cock out, forcing a moan from Harley, and then plugged into her pussy. Her walls practically paved the way for his knob as it buried itself deep and flooded her womb with twenty spurts of fresh, rich cum. His gooey spunk made sure to stick to her walls and womb, to make their mark on them.

When he pulled out, extracting his dong from its laborious task, Harley collapsed. Eyes rolled back, grinning rabidly and with her tongue slicked out, she was out of him. Her supposed healing factor attempted to close up her creampied holes, both expanded to fit one thing and one thing alone: Aaron Reigner's cock. Asshole and cunt, utterly demolished, spewing out more cum than ten men combined. There was so much white stuff Aaron was a tinge afraid she'd get pregnant. Vicki had taken birth control and he assumed Cassandra did the same. As for Iman and those three female security guards…

'I should be careful with who I cum inside.' Aaron glanced at Ivy who was unquestionably down for the count. She wasn't physically trained or gifted like Harley was. He estimated three hours for Ivy and half an hour for Harley. Having felt her body and its insides, he had a good guess as to how effective her super healing was.

Aaron's cock was sleek with fluids; some his own, some not. Although he could go for another round, there was no point. He could feel Ivy's influence fade away. The desire for sex and to stay naked slowly withering.

'I should get back to the security room.'

He avoided the bubbly pool of cum around Ivy and he headed to the vine-entangled security room door. It was spiky but without Ivy it couldn't maintain its strength and he tore it apart easily.

He pushed the door open. He expected voices or panic but there was nothing. Nobody to greet him in any way. Confusion overwrote his expression and he took careful steps forward.

The security guards, they were on the floor and dressed. Noah and Todd were on the computers, snoozing away. The ladies he fucked before were lined up at the back and dreaming. The unconscious man Giovanni was still unconscious and in the same place too, except now he wasn't naked.

Aaron's mind fired a dozen theories. Eventually, he settled on one.

"I must have fucked Ivy so hard she accidentally made her plants release a sleeping agent." Aaron glanced up at the ceiling. Yup, those budding flowers weren't there thirty minutes ago. That was probably what happened.

Aaron sighed in relief. "At least the situation is taken care of now. And none of the cameras were working so I doubt there's evidence too."

A pause. He looked over his nude body. As pleasant as mother nature was, he needed clothes. Every step was a massive clap as his hefty dong and ballsack swung. It was like a mating call without a mate. A hindrance. An unnecessary expression of his monstrous size. Holding it down didn't work because, again, he was too big. Too long and girthy and massive. A flaccid nightmare. Judging by Todd and Noah's semi-clothed state and the way some of the women were also roughly dressed, there must have been a window of opportunity where Ivy's pheromones weakened and they were allowed to dress. Aaron needed to pretend he was a part of that.

'I left my clothes at the elevator. I should probably grab some towels too and clean everything up. I believe there should be supplies in the janitor's area.'

So that was what he did. He cleaned every large pool of cum, every small insignificant sign of sex, then got dressed. Well, as dressed as he could get without raising suspicion. He put on some pants and sheathed his colossal schlong but remained shirtless. Iman was still unconscious and he made sure to talk to Samantha on the elevator too. After that, very reluctantly, he scrubbed out Harley and Ivy. One, because it would be terribly awkward if somebody found them in this fucked up state. Two, he couldn't allow the trail to lead back to him. He didn't need that kind of attention.

'With how focused they were on my dick, I doubt they remember much of my face.'

In the background, he could hear police sirens. Harley started to stir. He ran into the security room and locked the door in record time. Shirt off, pants on, and playing unconscious at a computer desk alongside Noah and Todd, Aaron waited.

'Alright, GCPD, do your job. Harley is awake but Ivy is out. You should be able to do this.'